Carol’s POV My life was perfectly ordinary until today. I thought today was no different. I woke up on time, drove to work with little traffic, and even dressed in my normal attire. Even now, I’m making my coffee in the breakroom like I always do. It’s all part of my perfectly comfortable routin
Carol’s POV After a few blinks, the color fades. I must just be dizzy, I think. It had been a long day. He looks shocked, but his expression quickly shifts into a smile. God, that smile. He takes in a deep breath and leans against the doorway. “Hi,” he says. His voice is deep and soft. “I’m yo
Carol’s POV Blearily, I blink my eyes open. As soon as I do, I’m greeted by a searing light. I groan and bury my face in the pillow. My head hurts. Everything hurts. What time is it? I turn my head to try and get a look at my alarm clock. Strangely, it isn’t there. I look to see if I knocked it
Carol’s POV “I am requesting to be moved to a different client,” I announce. Zack starts laughing. “What, scared off already?” Zack mocks. I don’t even bother looking at him. “Why are you requesting to be moved?” Daniel asks. “The competition is meant to be fair. You both have the same file.”
Carol’s POV My jaw drops. What? I replay that section of the interview over and over again. Aiden has very clearly stated he’ll only go public with his fated mate.And now… it seems like he’s talking about me. A human. Feeling too dumbstruck to keep rewatching the same portion, I let the interview
I frown at Zack’s words. The implication of attracting women with the stylish penthouse was obvious. I know that would appeal to many celebrity athletes, but it didn’t feel right for Aiden. There were a few images of his previous house in the file I got from Daniel. His home was fairly minimalisti
Carol’s POV I look at Aiden with shock. I’ve never heard him raise his voice before, not even in any of the videos of him that I looked through. Zack freezes in place. His face looks paler than normal as he slowly turns around. “Yes?” He says. I almost laugh at how meek he sounds. “Don’t misun
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I guess that’s the second time I’ve gotten carried away.” Aiden’s laugh is warm. “Don’t ever apologize for that.” He takes a few steps closer to me until I can feel the heat of his body. “I admire that about you.” For a moment, we linger like that. I can’t bring myself to pul